In a cresetto voice, Come ye all and gather round,pauses then continues,placing a finger on his lips.
Prepare ye all to be spellbound with a flourish of his hand,waving it high.
Remarking ,For I bring tales of the greatest Heros and Villians of the land .Grinning wildly
dances around the bar .Looks back across the crowded taproom.Grabbing a stein of fine mead merrily and chugging it down.
Thoughtfully, Or would you perhaps wish just for the band?
Dances around a table,picking up two instruments.
In a questioning voice,
So what shall it be? A story of adventure with monsters to slay heros all returning safe in a day.A tale of murder and deceit where love is found lost in sorrow.Of far off lands and wonderous peoples.Of gods and mortals and company shared perfectly paired.Of Magical potions and brews or demons that put people in stews.
Exclaims, Come now Ladies and Lords and all manner of folk.
In a matter of fact voice, Do not be scared, Just let your choices be known by a show of hands.
*holds up the instruments*one in each hand
Inguiring ,Which shall it be the flute or the lute?
